Linna Drehmel(Louisa Albrect)

Monday, September 17, 2012

Silver Mortal by Jenna Kay

My dear friend Jenna Kay has a new book to share with us....

There is a world
invisible to Untouched eyes, where demons rule the shadows and prey on the
innocents. Gracen Potts lives in this world. Her job is to serve and protect
those who are oblivious to the monsters hiding from the light.

As a Silver Mortal Gracen has the power to send these demons back to Hell. With
the Silver Eagle's blood running through her veins she feels like nothing can
take her down. That is, until she meets a group of Night Vipers who have
escaped the Viper clan.

Can Gracen keep doing her job of demon slaying and protect the rebel Vipers?

PROLOGUE:

I've
always been a little different, leaning toward the weird and unusual side. From my long white hair and fair skin, to my
almost clear blue eyes—weird, weird, weird.
Not to mention my anti-social status and could care less attitude. But my weirdness level shot up to maximum
proportions the day I turned thirteen.
That was the day I saw a werewolf for the first time.

Now I say werewolf because it looked
like something from the horror movies I'd watched and the paranormal books I'd
read. Black beady eyes, tall, hairy,
muscular body, sharp claws, long snout and teeth, pointy ears, resembling a
large canine—you get the picture. Though
later on I learned it had not been a werewolf at all, but a demon.

Demon. Yes, that's what I said. You see, up until that day I thought I was
just your average looney, knowing and seeing nothing but what I saw in front of
me. Everything had been school, boys,
headaches, snotty girls, and tests—crappy school junk. Little did I know that I'd been born into a
family who had been touched long ago by the supernatural.

The day I'd seen the werewolf demon
I'd screamed bloody murder, pointing at it in fear. I'd almost peed my pants because of the
terror that held my body hostage! Then
confusion set in when my fellow classmates hadn't freaked out with me. I mean, come on! There was a freaking werewolf in the
room. Though while I'd screamed
“werewolf”, everyone in class had stared at me with wide eyes, thinking I was
the freak of nature instead of the monstrous creature. It had dawned on me that I was the only one
seeing the werewolf...and the werewolf knew it.
He'd thrown his hairy head back, making a sound in between a laugh and a
thunderous howl.

That was my last day at that
school. I'd ran home to my grandmother,
who had raised me from birth (per my mother's wishes) and told her
everything. The werewolf, me screaming,
my classmates staring at me like I was insane...everything.

To my utmost surprise she'd remained
calm, which had completely flustered me, but looking back now I can see why she
had stayed chill. She'd known that day
had been a long time coming, though she'd left me out of the loop. I had not
gotten angry with her, eventhough I'd had every right to be. I mean, how could I be mad at the grandmother
who'd raised me because my mother had gone AWOL?

Anyway, Granny had gone into her
room and returned with a hand held mirror.

“Tell me, Gracen,” she had whispered. “Tell me what you see.”

I can remember like it was
yesterday. I remember seeing the marks for
the first time. Silver claw marks to be
more precise, that started on my temples and ran down my cheeks, though they
were very faint. Later on I learned that
those marks could only be seen by others
after midnight...among other things.

That was when I learned of my
supernatural heritage.

Many centuries ago a legend was
born. It spoke of a Silver Eagle that
flew the skies in search of the purest of hearts, looking for the right persons
to change. The ones who would take and
use its otherworldly powers to fight the evil forces of the night. It scratched the chosen humans and they
became transformed. A fierce power
burned through their veins, and at the stroke of midnight, every night, the
claws marks from the eagle would surface, turning a metallic silver. Their eyes would also turn silver, making
their vision strong and more precise, for after midnight they could see in the
dark as if it were daytime, and they could see for miles as well. Their strength and agility increased to super
hero level, giving them an edge to the evil walking the earth.

They became known as the Silver
Mortals, humans marked by an unearthly force, their mission to protect humanity
against the evil that inhabits the planet. Never heard of them? No, of course you haven't. No sane person would believe in a
Silver Eagle that went around empowering people with gifts so they could fight
in a supernatural war, the battle between good and evil. Angels and Demons.

To finish the legend, the Silver
Eagle injected its power into the ones who had been chosen, or another term
some have used, Touched. Generation
after generation the bond has gotten stronger, the blood growing more and more
potent to rid the world of the evil that is invisible to Untouched humans. Well, most humans, that is.

I say most humans, because I am
human...and I'm also a Silver Mortal. I
know how tohunt, fight, and kill demons, no matter what shape, form, or monster
it portrays. I'm only sixteen but my
name is getting out there, causing an uproar amongst a group of humans who have
been touched by a more sinister entity.

Satan.

Just as a Silver Eagle came to earth
to transform the purest of hearts, a Fallen Angel known as Botis was sent to
earth, crawling out of the depths of Hell, to mark the humans with the blackest
of hearts. These humans would use their
powers to aid in the destruction of mankind.
Hellbent on causing pain, finding enjoyment in watching others tormented
and oppressed.

Botis, in the form of a huge black
viper, would bite and inject the sinful man or woman with his diabolical venom,
turning them into a Night Viper.

The Night Vipers are evil spirited
humans, and they will stop at nothing to destroy my kind. They are humans teamed up with demons to
create chaos and devastation in their wake.
Like the Silver Mortals, they are spread all over the world, and they
too bare their own signature mark—a coiled black viper that takes up one side
of their face.

When my gift emerged I had to say
goodbye to Granny and the cozy cottage we shared deep in the North Carolina
mountains. I had to go live with someone
who knew what I was going through, the person who had abandoned me when I was a
baby—my mother, who is also a Silver Mortal, just like her father had been, and
like every generation before us.

We live in a city full of both good
and evil—New York City.Now if you were to see me walking down the street, you'd
see a normal looking sixteen year old girl with horrible white hair and skin
deathly pale. But people with
supernatural eyes can see me for what I truly am...

A warrior.

As for the Silver Eagle who injected
my ancestors centuries before, no one has seen, heard, or even knows where it
came from. We only know that we have a
job to do, and that we are counted on.

About Me

My first full novel from the H.E.A.R.T.Saga: The Children was released on March 17, 2012 With Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing.
I also have 3 short stories (The Darkon Prophecy, His First Snow, The Flaming Vengeance) that is in the Dark Light Anthology, which was released on Feb 29, 2012 also with Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing.